Asides

I’m back

Blog is sorted out.  I’m working on “optimizations” to make it load faster – I know it’s so image-heavy.

And now I have a donate button.  I’ve already had a donation!  If any of you are moved to contribute to the feeding of the beaks around here (many of them are past-egg-laying freeloaders), and keeping the blog lights on, said beaks and me will much appreciate it!

I’m not really myself right now.  Either the antibiotics, or the Lyme, or the war they are waging between my cells, are making me a little off.  I don’t have much energy, and I’m not too hungry, and yogourt, which I am supposed to be gorging on, tastes like it is definitely not food.

But no matter.  I am making strides in the online world, working and tying up loose ends in the world behind a screen, and my “day job”.

…with songs they have sung, for 1000 years

Whahoo!

My bees are alive!

(with the sound of buzz-ing)

We had an extreme cold snap (relative, very relative) here with a -20C night.  I didn’t think they’d made it.  I kind of had a feeling.  I’m really on the fence whether this hive will make it through their first winter.  Neither death nor survival will surprise me.

They had honey, but such small numbers….luck, chance, and the weather all have to weigh in before the winter’s out.

After that cold night – brrrr!  I couldn’t hear anything when I pressed my ear to the front of the box.  The wind was whistling hard, but still.

We’ve had a warm snap.  The kind where the above freezing temps suddenly expose all the old dog bones and buckets that blew away and random flagging tape on the ground, and you’re wishing for a snow asap to cover it all up again.

Today-lively humming.

winter storm

Yikes, we are in the middle of a rain and wind weather event in the Maritimes. 90km gusts and torrents of rain.

It’s nice to be snug and cozy in the tiny cabin while the wind shakes us and roars and howls, but you never know what could blow loose or break in a big storm.  This is sure to take out the power in places around us, but we’ll never notice.

The greenhouse has held up to all the weather we’ve seen so far so hopefully it can take this too.  All the chickens in their coops  are snug in there and the beehive is lashed down.  I hope the wild birds are all gripped on tight to resilient branches tonight.

This is a doozy.

Rooster snoozing

I’ve come to a conclusion.

The rooster’s vigorous crowing in the morning is not an announcement that all things chicken are ready to emerge and meet the day;  Let us out!

It’s more like a snooze alarm, that the hens are champions at sleeping through.

I’ve always thought that the chickens were crazy to be ready to go that early.  But they aren’t.  The rooster is just premature.

If I go let them out while it’s still dark, the roosters may have been going at it for nearly two hours, but the hens will bumble out slow and dopey, or just not come out.  They’re still sleepy, serenely ignoring that loudmouth coop crier.

Hit snooze again… just one more snooze…maybe one more…

mouse season

Today the dog hauled his blanket out of his house and tore a lot of it apart, as well.  It was unusual behaviour for him, but I didn’t hesitate to scold him.

Then, I discovered that there had been a mouse nest.  In his blanket.  There were mouse babies, quite recently born, now dead.  Hence the uncharacteristic destruction.  Gah!  Vermin!  Get it out!  In my house?!  How dare they?

Not the brightest mouse in the maze, that one.  No mouse parenting awards.  Let’s have babies in the dog’s house.  We’ll live in the blanket, right underneath the dog! It’s warm there.  Not a mensa mouse.